“I Don’t Want Coffee”: On Dignity, Occupation, and Peace

Edward Mabouri* is a well-known man. More importantly, he is well-respected. His successful business has brought him wealth and admiration in Bethlehem society. His business privilege has even allowed him to fly out of Israel’s Ben Gurion Airport, a privilege denied to most every other Palestinian. Despite his aged and limping body, airport security still treats him like a threat, meticulously searching every part of his body and belongings. The last time this happened, Edward picked up his cane to leave, after being humiliated by their examinations. But before walking away, he turned. “You forgot to check my cane!” he exclaimed, waving it in the air, trying to create a scene. “You must check my cane.”

Embarrassed, the officers assured him that searching the cane was unnecessary; he was free to go.

“No!” he insisted. “It might have a bomb! You must search my cane!”

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From the first time I heard this, I’ve loved this story of Edward, a longtime family friend. I am drawn to stories that challenge the dominant narratives we tend to construct of others. Conflict repeatedly triggers this urge to craft single, un-nuanced narratives of those we disdain. We magnify our strengths and minimize theirs; we keep silent of our faults while broadcasting theirs. We call them evil, radical, demonic, murderers, criminals, occupiers, etc.

Living in Nashville, among the great megachurches of conservative Christianity, I hear such single stories spoken of Palestinians: they are violent terrorists. I have taught on this conflict in numerous churches and classrooms back home, and each time, I begin with a word association exercise, gauging the feelings and prejudices in the room using words like Israel and Palestine, Jew and Muslim. Without exception, most people feel positively toward the words Israel and Jew and negatively toward Palestine and Muslim. Thus, I love telling stories that problematize these prejudices. Edward’s is one such story.    

In the hands of Israeli airport security, Edward’s dignity was threatened, so he took his power back and flipped the situation so that those who were in power were pleading with him to move along so they might escape embarrassment. This, to me, is precisely what Jesus was getting at when he told the crowd on that Galilean mountain to turn the other cheek and walk the extra mile: reassert your humanity, and do it without violence.


Palestinian men cramming into Bethlehem checkpoint on their way to find work in Jerusalem

I have heard many stories of Palestinians resisting Israel’s military occupation with creative nonviolence, showing up with prophetic anger and astonishing patience. Day after day, the permanence of the occupation weighs down on Palestinian life; no aspect of society is untouched. Just before my arrival, tensions were high after settlers burned a Palestinian family’s home, killing the father and the eighteen month-old baby. Whether physical, structural, or cultural, the violence here is so thick, one almost feels suffocated.

On Thursday, I crossed through the Bethlehem checkpoint, traveling from the airport to the home of dear family friends in Beit Sahour. It is a cage of humiliation for Palestinians, who must cross such checkpoints anytime they enter an Israeli controlled area—which is over 85% of the land. At the Bethlehem checkpoint, after Palestinians have stood in line for hours, experienced humiliation and harassment through searches and scans and scoldings, they must pass a poster at the checkpoint’s exit which reads, “Israel—Where It’s Vacation All Year Round.”

35406_1549939467410_5281858_nWhen I arrived at our friends’ home, Abdullah told me recent stories of injustices he and his wife had faced from Israel. He then said, “Believe me, Michael, when you lose your money, you lose a lot. When you lose a close friend, you lose even more. But when you lose your self-respect and dignity, you lose everything.” I have often heard, violence is for those who have lost their imagination. Perhaps it might also be said that the violence of oppression is for those who have lost their dignity and self-respect.

Over my nine trips here, I’ve watched Palestinians cling fiercely to their dignity, refusing to allow the occupation to snuff it out. They know that peace will not come from their leaders alone, or at all, but rather from their own internal capacity to endure suffering, resist injustice, promote equity and equality, envision coexistence, cultivate compassion, and protect their dignity. This weekend, while in Hebron, I asked my friend Leila—a gentle, smiling Muslim woman—about her thoughts on peace. Speaking in her third language, she answered, “The big people [politicians] use peace as decoration. But peace cannot come from down. It must come from the people, from inside. If you are peaceful person inside here [points to chest], you will give it out to others.” I continue to find that those without fluency in a particular language tend to speak great truths in it, for they do not have the vocabulary to dress up their ideas; they speak simply and directly. Leila was quite right: too often, the pursuit of peace is used as decorations for the powerful so they can appear right and good to the world. But true peace, she observes, must come from within. If we create the peaceful, nonviolent self, we will naturally externalize this. We will not pursue peace as means to some other end, as mere strategy, but we will rather pursue peace for the sake of pursuing peace itself. I imagine Leila and Gandhi would have a lovely conversation together.

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Part of Separation Wall surrounding Bethlehem

On another occasion, Edward Mabouri left Bethlehem toward Jerusalem, passing through the Separation Wall and checkpoint. As he did, he says he saw an Israeli soldier assaulting a Palestinian child. Edward shouted to the soldier, “Why are you beating this child?”

The soldier brushed him away, “This is none of your business.”

“It is my business!” Edward challenged. “He is a human being! Why are you harming this child?” With no satisfactory answer, Edward demanded to speak to the checkpoint’s supervisor. When the supervisor arrived, they all exchanged many words before the boy and the soldier parted ways.

Three days later, Edward received a phone call from the Israeli military commander of the Bethlehem area. He requested Edward come to his office. When Edward arrived, the commander said, “What happened at the checkpoint the other day? Why did you make a disturbance?”

Edward said sternly, “I did not make a disturbance. The disturbance was made by a young soldier who was beating an even younger boy. This is unacceptable. We Palestinians are human beings, and we do not deserve this treatment.”

Hearing Edward’s indignation, and likely knowing his social prominence, the commander said calmly, “Please, let us sit. Here, let’s have coffee.”

“I don’t want coffee,” Edward exclaimed. “I want humanity!”

*I have changed his name.


  1. rmetzger93 says:

    This is truly an interesting dynamic that surrounds you. I have several Jewish-Israeli friends that live in Israel, here in the US, or some combination of the two. I have to admit, and I pride myself on being open minded, that I had been seeing this conflict unidirectionally. I admit this knowing why and from where my prejudices come. I say this regretting that I have them at all, and that I am too a sucker for the single story. I’m very interested in this idea of reconciliation and I’m interested to see if it will truly occur on a massive scale in my lifetime.

    I think that the idea of peace coming from within is simply and beautifully stated. However, I wonder, is that then a reasonable or realistic request or preamble to peace? I wonder, if peace were to be predicated on the mental and emotional state of all the pieces of the whole, can peace ever be attained? Maybe, although beautiful and even hopeful, that statement shows why hoping for some semblance of world peace may be an empty and fruitless endeavor. It’s a pessimistic view on a beautiful thought, but it’s there.

    I’m very excited to keep up with your travels and blog. I came back to this post to share some thoughts, because I realized that you and Dr. Abunasser intend for us to interact, and I imagine would prefer it’s organic. So, I got up some gumption and posted. You’ll be hearing from me and thanks for including us!

    -RJ Metzger (Abunasser T @12:30)

  2. jordynmhampe says:

    Out of the many readings and stories we have heard thus far in our Global Women’s Literature class, I think that this post may have had one of the strongest impacts on me and my preconceived ideas of Israel-Palestine. We discussed in class over Skype the fact that the posters hanging on the walls in the Bethlehem checkpoint were truly a slap in the face, and I think this slap is the shock that really hit me enough to question my preexisting ideas and the reasons behind them. I think that questioning our own ideas is one of the first steps in reconciliation, no matter what the situation.

  3. slschumacher says:

    This blog post is certainly eye-opening. It is clear that we all too often rely on a single narrative to create our judgments and opinions of others in the world, and it is clear that by doing this, we are fostering a shallow view of other places and people. I think that we need to stop casually pushing the need for peace aside and finally start working for it, just how Edward says, “I don’t want coffee. I want humanity!” The road to reconciliation is a long one, but the sooner we start, the sooner future generations can reach peace.

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